This song amues me to no end

[maderr]

It shouldn't. It's not that funny. Nevertheless, it never fails to vastly amuse me.



Long long ago, In China I'm told
To England was traded some tea
And so sealed the fate
In pieces of eight
All England and all of the world
Yeah...poppies

When soon his majesty
Sent soldiers and thieves
To India Searching for gold
Instead from the ground
Some magic they found
Something far better I'm told
Yeah...poppies
Yeah...poppies

And now this story told
From days of our own
When gossamer doggies ran ran
They'd patiently wait
With pieces of eight
So everybody could smile one more time
Yeah...poppies
Yeah...poppies

~Poppies by Marcy Playground


Of course, this is totally not the song I shoud be listening to when trying to write angsty!Sahayl mourning his father.

Comments

[arithonrose.livejournal.com]

true... not really angsty...

on a totally different note....I read story of yours recently about the son of Shah and how he had found the first member of his harem ...and now I can't find it again...can you tell me where to look please?

I am re-reading stuff while I wait for the next Sandstorm and Burning Bright...I have had a lovely time this last week or so re-reading most of your work......... *laughing*.....

it's way, way better than the stuff I should be doing believe me...

*procrastinating mightily in the corner here*